Feat. Crunch, Shyheim
For real, for real...
Yo, this is based on a true story, from a Man that lost land...
Verse 1: (Cappadonna)
I'm goin' all out, I love trout
Black is what I be about
95-south all the way up, I tear mics up
Peep the conduct, wherever lightning struck
Tear the jail up, truck with the mind food
Truck with jewels, forget babylon rules
I'm crusin' with the angels
Goin' through Parkhill, let the Gods build and all of that
Graduation hats, bigger stacks
Ya'll hardly ever seen besides cream
I got the vaccine for ya'll uncle Tom rappers
I told ya'll before to be easy, Devils attackin' is practice
Provocative songs, yeah It's Donna, don't even panic
Hold ya'll like the Atlantic
Pillage at your service
Clubs start to get nervous
Loose lips, it's like emptyin' clips
Packed with the info, join the revolution
Slang prostitution, even if you boostin'
Play it like you still chill, homicide hill from the other side
My Mother sighed, strugglin, poor and tired
A Baby that never cried, a family that never died
I see everything from the outside.
O. T. F. And The Pillage, we all comin' through
Watch your back nigga, and your girl watch it too
'Cause we conduct big business, raw is how we give this
Live this, that's how we conduct big business
O. T. F. And The Pillage, hide your shine nigga
When we come through, might have to jump on you
'Cause we conduct big business, raw is how we live this
Give this, that's how we conduct big business.
Verse 2: (Shyhiem)
I ride shotgun in Cappa's Black ml Four-Twenty
Benz Jeep with big boy heat, a Thirty-Thirty
Shotgun, pull it out and s